He was born in Big Beaver by the border line.
Started playing hockey by the time he was nine.
His dad took a hose and froze the back yard.
Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard.
He grew up big and he grew up tough,
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canuks,
But he wasn’t that good with a puck.
Buddy’s real talent was beatin’ people up.
His heart wasn’t in it but the crowd ate it up.
Through peewees and juniors and midgets and mites,
He must have racked up more than three hundred fights.
‘Till a scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon
Said “There’s always room on our team for a good.
Son, we always got room for a goon.”
There were Swedes to the left of him,
Russians to the right,
A Czech at the blue line lookin’ for a fight.
Brains over brawn that might work for you
But what’s a Canadian farm boy to do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What’s a Canadian farm boy to do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
“Hit somebody,” was the crowed roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards.
"Coach," he said, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said "Buddy, remember your role.
The fast guys get paid, they shoot and they score.
Protect them Buddy that’s a’what you’re here for
Protection
Is what you’re here for.
Protection
It’s the stars who score.
Protection
Go and kick somebody’s ass.
Protection
Don’t put the biscuit in the basket just
Hit somebody.”
It rang in his ears.
Blood on the ice ran down through the years.
The king of the goons
With a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones.
He never lost a fight on his ice he patrolled.
But deep inside Buddy only dreamed of a goal.
He just wanted one damn goal.
there were Swedes at the blue line,
Finns at the Red,
A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head.
Brains over brawn, that might work for you.
What’s a Canadian farm boy to do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What’s a Canadian farm boy to do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
In his final season on his final night,
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight.
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll…
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal.
The goalie committed; Buddy picked his spot.
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot.
The fans jumped up.
The Finn jumped too,
And cold-cocked Buddy on his follow-through.
The big man crumbled,
But he felt alright.
‘Cause the last thing he saw was the flashing red light.
He saw that heavenly light.
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line lookin’ for a fight
Take care of your teeth, that might work for you
But what’s a Canadian farm boy to do
HIT SOMEBODY
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What’s a Canadian farm boy to do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
HIT SOMEBODY
But what’s a Canadian farm boy to do?
HIT SOMEBODY
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
